#ppt scenario

[loneworldgazer]

syringes and yarns

pairing: the doctor x reader, yarnaby x reader about: the doctor and yarnaby's dynamics with the ins and outs of Playtime Co. tags: fluffy, the kids are scared of the doctor, a lot of charecters in the game mentioned (i really did my research guys) a/n: i have a fever and my immune system is shutting down, help me

part of this series :D

taglist: @muse-hub, @mslasagna1, @demokip, @dontlooknowbutmattie, @the-mysterious-detective, @evie-lynny-thoughts, @scamp-boxx, @maybejustclueless, @1sufan, @erika-azrei

The Doctor

The Doctor was the reason why "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" exists in Playtime

Children would wash their hands properly, eat their vegetables and sleep on schedule than to ever see him for a checkup

But for the unlucky ones that managed to get sick, their friends pray for them

From the start, Playtime wasn't actually his first choice of work, he submitted multiple applications to several companies; it was only because this company was the first to respond

When he realised he had to work with pesky children and their wailing, he sighed real hard to the executives during his interview

The premises of working with toys bigger than him is what interested him in the first place and having a doctorate in Science in Mechanical Engineering is also what interested the executives in Playtime

But for Stella, she focused on another thing; his doctorate in Medicine.

"That would mean the kids can be treated by you!"

That made Harley raise an eyebrow, his arrogance showing when he raise his hand

"Now why would I use my skills for.. vexing children?"

Each executive had a different expression for his response; speechlessness,concealed irritation and amusement.

Eddie had his hands under his chin and a smooth smile before he puts his hands down on the table, drumming it

"Well, what do you think you're able to do for this company?"

"I can make this company better with my innovation and boost this company from the very bottom it's currently at."

Playtime Co. was defitenely far from the bottom or whatever Harley was talking about, effectively ragebaiting Leith before Eddie held out a hand to calm him

"Well, we defitenely like to see when man lets his actions speak louder than his words.. see you the next week?"

Leith looks at Eddie in horror

Eventually, Harley arrives early before the other employees and his orientation begins

Leith was a bit unnerved by how brilliant Harley turnt out to be in his line of work.

Even if he was genius, Harley was still a very difficult person to work with

He takes over projects, shadows after reports to tweak things in private and disregards the engineers in his team

But what pisses off most people is how damn good of a job he does

"I can't clean up after all of your errors, can I?"

All that respects for him goes back to square one and his coworkers make sure they switch out his coffee with laxatives.

As for managing his heavy workload, he creates a pet project using the late Elliot's blueprints

He scoffs lightly, who on earth would think these TV endoskeletons would be great for children when they get spooked by anything dark, grey and stripped away of colours

Though, it does match his aesthetics and favourite colour and he works on it all night

It's miraculous how he doesn't pass out from fatigue but the anger issues were the direct cause from his lack of sleep

He didn't expect anything from anybody especially from you out of the goodness of your heart and care for every employee even if they had a punchable face, you gave him a packed sandwich with no pickles for his late dinner

Usually, there was no response from him unless you go to him yourself but he had used his pet project to give you the completed blueprints he willingly disclosed

It was a little shocking to see a different face (or rather monitor) knocking at your door, mechanically walking in

This robot was fluid in its motions, ceremoniously placing down those papers to not bother with the stack on your table. A yellow eye illuminating from it's screen looked directly at you that your hands can't help but reach out to inspect it

It then stopped you, a sudden clasp of its metal hand against yours; making you jolt

In its hand, it slips in a sticky note into your palm and walked out your office

On the note, written in precise, cursive (of course this asshole writes in cursive) handwriting:

"I applaud you for not putting pickles"

Would this be a win for him not being dreadful for a second? Not really but you'll take it, sticking it on your board

The robot did need a little practise on closing the door behind it..

For his doctor work, he didn't feel particularly thrilled

He was given an office all to himself in the School so that if any problem occurs during school hours, they could go to him

On his first day, his first test subject, patient was completely unaware of what kind of Doctor Harley Sawyer was

Until that boy came out of that office wailing like a baby

Harley would be such an bastard, purposely showing thick, mega syringes to unruly kids or not entertaining the questions kids had when it comes to his bland office

It's just full of human anatomy and nothing else and kids would still question him about it

"Try to be less of an asshat and more of a doctor for god's sake, Harley."

He could tell you he didn't sign up for this (technically did) but with your very pinched expression, he keeps his complaints under his breath for now

What he does like is when there are knowledgeable children who understand his passion and how medicine should truly be understood

However, that state of euphoria ends when he is reminded how kids are just kids by anything they could say next, an element of suprise

"So paracetamol would make me feel better?"

"Yes."

"And if I drink the whole bottle in one day, I would be instantly healthy, right?"

"No."

Still, he wants to pride himself in doing a good job and he has a candy drawer much to his dismay to ensure the kids would atleast have something nice to say for the reviews

After a checkup, only some children could get candy at random though; those he deemed worthy of getting these sweets induced cavities

He catches the ones who are bold enough, the ones who fake being sick all because they wanted candy, he makes a joke he fully knows would frighten their socks off

"Careful now, you wouldn't want me as your dentist."

Then those brats found that joke so funny, they evaporated out of his office in seconds

After you comfort these children by going "No, Doctor Sawyer can't suddenly switch career paths unless he has that degree" to these kids, you partially give up on convincing him to be nicer

Yarnaby

He was a great comfort to the kids next to Catnap. When the kids face anxiety or panic attacks, he lays on top of them in such a tender manner to not squish them and let them listen to his heartbeat

It grounds them, wrapping their arms around his paw and their giggles tinkle out to his ticklish strands of yarn

He watches over them everyday, feeling some sort of solace to keeping these kids safe and hopes to dissolve any unhappy feelings and to always bring joy

He lets them ride him like a train around Playtime. It could be Playcare or in the factory and he would show up with a group of jovial kids on his back

Yarnaby would also be very warm so any child that was easily cold, sick or looking for a warmer, he was a toy anybody would look for, for hugs

Everybody would be toasty resting on his mane

He'd also be full of braids and clips, the accessories rattling in his face as the kids made play around with different hairstyles

In spite of that, Yarnaby was quite a clumsy lion, accidentally bumping into anybody in excitement

Engineers, toy makers, children, nobody was safe when he gets called over, bumping into them like a bowling ball to a row of unexpected bowling pins

To assure he doesn't cause any serious accidents that could lead to injuries, you had to train him

"Yarnaby, careful steps now.."

He practises one short distance then longer each day, he was a very good listener but it was uncertain if he did take in that information because he undoes that training when anybody calls him over with enthusiasm.

That was another session where you try to let him control his enthuasiasm by rewarding him with a yarnball if he comes over discreetly

"Yarnaby!" you calle dover, holding up your hand to signal him to come quietly

This took a few days, stretching into a week until he succeeds and you threw his reward at him. The yarnball he was waiting for that launched straight into the middle of beady eyes like a projectile

Ane he loves it, he especially loves playfighting but no other biger body iniative could handle him

There was a time he tried playing with CatNap but he was too aloof, slinking away before Yarnaby had any more ideas

The Nightmare Critters were not exempt from his playfullness either. If Yarnaby could, he was juggling them like balls in this one sided playfighting

PJ Pug-A-Pillar would be the perfect candidate but he wasn't such an active toy, living life at a snail pace that he didnt quite match the lion's energy

Soon, there will be a time where a toy would be as big as him but now he'll have fun with the humans who throws yarns at him and watch him roll aound with it

For some reason, Yarnaby had some sort of attachment to a certain someone that was very stuck up and cross most of the time

Akin to a cat that glues itself to people who fear felines, he follows Harley all of the time

Harley would wag a finger, ensuring Yarnaby doesn't get into his office and mess everything up and he waits outside so obedietally; his duties left unattended

"Down and stay there." Harley's huffing could be heard, the lions googly eyes observing Harley fix up any mechanism that he preferred doing in his office

The doctor would be a bit agitated to how he waited hours on end, shooing him away

When you came around to get Yarnaby to do his tasks, the doctor complains

"Why has this funny little creature stuck close to me, it's irksome."

"I wonder the same thing, doctor."

Though, Harley wouldnt admit it but he had warmed up to him when he starts summoning Yarnaby for orders when he litterally has a row of bots to command

Don't tell anybody but Harley soon makes a self-activating yarn. It was hefty yet Yarnaby could entertain himself for hours when The Doctor simply had no time to throw a big yarn around for him

Yarnaby was also a big hit with the technicians because he could help them with hard to reach places

Mark would yell at him from below, that goofy face of his lifting up to look at the ceiling

"Hey big guy if you just bring this wire to the other side, it'd be a big help"

He nips the end of the wires, leaping up to the hole in the wall and thrusting it to the other side where the other technicians could pull through

He'd be their helper with bringing up units and materials, making sure not to damage it with his teeth

It made the technical staff jobs much more easier even if they do have grabpacks, a sweet giant makes it all better

He also becomes a ladder for the technicians, they climb onto him and he lifts his head so they could head for the hard to reach spots

He also loves those types of pats where his forehead if pushed to the very back and his eyes stretched, those owners who'd aggresively pat their cats and they would love it

The technicians do just that a dopey grin and a small growl of happiness emitting from his throat as they collectively pat this massive lion's bed of yarn hair

Yarnaby is just a happy to be here lion, here at Playtime; his golden heart beats with jubilation

[loneworldgazer]

watching your back

pairing: harley sawyer x gen!reader

cont: harley had disappeared but you knew better which is why being his assistant meant getting all of his complete, trusted research to create one thing; a backup.

tags: reader is severely overworked and weak when self defense, use of grab pack, mentions of the trilogy: blood, death and gore, Harley being a tease, hour of joy, this was pretty mediocre, I expected this to be more fun in content

a/n: my brain exploded working on this ngl, i genuinely didn't know it would be this long. Guys, I swear to you all I proof read but I keep adding on and on cause I'm not satisfied I SUCK

The laboratories were more quiet now or rather you were the one who went quiet. The voices around you hush especially when they see you come and go. The lone wolf now that Harley Sawyer is gone.

That indescribable, corrupted man whom you voluntarily agreed to be his assistant. 

Particularly, the assistant was always better than the boss. You were friendly enough, ready for small talk and even being on the same page on mundane, ordinary things. Even so, when Harley calls, you come to him in an instant. Dropping all conversation with your chuckling coworkers to stick by his side. 

They think you’re insane.

Anybody who could work with him without grabbing him by the throat and jumping onto him was probably more senseless than him, especially since you still had your composure no matter how many times he talked to himself more than to you. 

They feel bad for even associating with you the word loco but seeing you get along with Harley was greatly astonishing than any breakthrough they ever had.

You've heard it all, it was no brainer to the looks they throw at you. Atleast you were a 'good' worker in terms of this company. Maybe too task driven that you didn't realise several breaks had pass by you when you look up to one of them willingly sharing a sandwich.

If workload could kill you, you were having tea with death since it was a casual meet up with him, always. You'd likely won't realise if you die at your desk because you busied yourself on the last specimen result.

Other than failures keeping you afloat was a chip. A chip you planned to use for a one time opportunity. When Leith won’t be around, when your sorry employees had one lucky break away from their desks and when you were allowed to the deepest parts of a prison where they kept him away.

Everybody would expect this but you moved with certainty throughout Playtime Co. they wouldn't expect that of all times, you would pick to unravel your plan.

On the 8th August 1995, You've entered Eddie's office to exchange of what's left of Harley's files before he dissappeared deep into the prison. Meeting one of the mystery men of this company was still rare in itself even when he sent you emails as his assistant to get knee deep into the Doctor's research. This was time to act fast and sift through his things. Where would an old man keep his things? Somewhere easy to reach into especially one whose limbs strain from a bit of movement.

Opening the first drawer, the Omni Hand was there. No hiding spot nor attempt to cover it up with papers, the door of his office was unlocked too. You cautiously looked about for any cameras, Eddie was a man who were mystfiying to the point many thought of him as a rumour but he does exist, he was here.

Slipping out of the office, you grabbed a nearby grab pack and rushed out now that the halls were empty. Trying to not look hurried was hard especially with many corners to swerve past with the possibility of crossing anybody and giving them a reason off the top of your head.

In spite of that, you were climbing up the ranks after Harley so they wouldn't think much of your hastened reason now that you had signifacantly more duties to fulfill.

You head on deeper downwards, you don't know how many exits and hallways you had went through but you were now here. There, there was Harley's brain. This whole premise, construction of making him into seperate parts were shocking enough and yet it was beautiful.

It made your lips part into an O shape, looking all over the place. It was grandiose like his personality, wires twisting like coils above him and the screens that were presumably for monitoring surveillance to whoever used this room.

You approached his brain, trying to reach for the glass to trace your fingers against it. However, he was high up like a god. With such a brilliant mind, it looked more like a deity to be worshipped.

"Is that a sparkle in your eye, for me?"

A TV behind Harley's brain from the numerous televisions curved around him flickered on with an averted eye. A breath was held in your throat, it couldn't be. Your steps slowly took you to this television, a grateful look in your eyes.

"Doctor Sawyer, it's you.."

He lets out a laugh that curls right at your ear, a stroke of flame going through your body for the man you adored.

"Indeed I am, don't tell me you've missed me after a time of stagnation."

Of course, you would never admit that you had thought of him one too many times so you snapped out of it. You clenched your hands, wanting to make this work. The Omni Hand was presented to him when you opened up your labcoat as well as the chip that was meant to be used for this moment.

"I don't plan to waste away being idle so I've come here with a goal."

You drew in a resolute breath.

"Doctor, the Omni Hand can remain with you for the time being because I aim to make use of the neural mapping,"

Looking through the notes, you look back at the singular entertained eye staring back at you.

"White had managed to figure out most of it but he doesn't know that I didn't share key details."

Fingers clack against the keyboard with alarming speed, wary of anybody who would see you doing such a thing like this. After all, you were just an assistant to a madman that knew no qualms on stopping when he was supposed to.

He changed from TV to TV to observe you in this body. Your body hunched forward, focused and alert to not mess up, the creases in your labcoat from redundant fidgeting and the dark circles under your eyes turning permanent principally coming from a 9-to-9er.

Silence doesn't plague the room as you ran your mouth. Almost like the worry of running out of time would lead you to not seeing him ever again. It'd be a one in a life time chance to ever see the genius doctor anytime soon.

"Using your research, I can make a backup incase anything happens. I've made White think he had made his but mine, my backup has more failsafes and more adavantage to you."

The files begin transferring to the backup, making your heart race. It went on a moderate speed, a moment where your head buzzed with anticipation. Will you succeed? You hope so, no, you will. It was a known fact that scientists fail and try again however when it comes to the key of Playtime Co, you shan't fail.

Disregarding the uploading for a minute, you typed out specifics to help with further research. The state of his prison here, the immobile robots that possess the same television look to them bare and lined up spookily.

Wordlessly, opened files pop up on the monitor as if he was helping you. Most likely, himself but he would never admit that now his assistant was so graciously lending a hand.

Then, Harley starts scoffing in delight, then a soft laughter that explodes loudly. It was normal atleast for you to hear him be amused by himself. However you couldn't help but ask since this time was crucial.

"What seems to be amusing you at the moment, Doctor?"

If he could, he would wipe the tears from his eye(s?) crinkled to what he had just digested.

"The toys had gone completely havoc.."

You swallowed down your saliva, not missing a beat.

"Is that not a normal sight, unruly children act the part."

Lights flash from the multiple screens hooked on the wall, slightly blinding you; having to cover them with your arm. The cameras showed exactly what had Harley completely tickled.

"No. They toys have gone completely havoc."

He precisely annunciates his words once again, doing less of what a narrator should do. People getting torn apart, thrown down with their insides gushing out and crimson spewing in every camera. You grew pale, walking towards the system eventhough what was on it was gruesome, the documents slipping from your hands.

"W..what is this madness? Doctor, is this-"

He talks in clinical precision.

"Yes, yes, dead bodies. Although, it's nothing like how you and I have ever seen. These experiments had staged quite the rebellion."

A buzzing rumble came from him, the source of the sound vague if it comes from him thinking or it's the general zizz of wires and computers working together.

"But surely such a distraction won't pull even my assistant away from their task at hand, wouldn't it?"

His eye narrowed to the tears of perturbation flowing down your cheeks before swiftly wiping them away and recovering the documents on the floor. Checking the upload, it was almost done.

The atmosphere of this prison felt more colder, every clink and bump of the factory makes you flinch and look over your shoulder more often. It made you squeeze the edge of the table, praying to whatever god out there no army of toys get to you before you could fulfill your plan.

Morbid curiousity couldn't keep you away from glancing away to the show of the hour getting bloodier and bloodier by the minute. What would happen to the visitors? Wouldn't this casualty affect Playtime again since the Theater Incident? It was miraculous what money could do to cover up the papers and events that unfolded. This felt more permanent though, sinister to how fast the bodies drop; more corpses the vultures could feast on.

These specimens were smart enough to linger near an exit, making your head spin. The backup could be completed and stored in a safe place where he would never truly shut down; your life was thought about next, this shouldn't be the end of you.

Those nights of starving yourself, bent over papers and chugging down coffee caught up with you, your vision starting to blur if it was not for Harley to whir throughout the transfer. At times like this, you really wished you'd sat down with your co-workers and shoveled food down your throat for sustenance.

The documents were finalised, all you needed to do was wait for the uploading and it made you antsy. You couldn't help spit out what you wanted to keep last for the Doctor.

"Doctor Sawyer?"

"Hm?"

"It was.. thrilling to work alongside with you. It disheartens me greatly that I can't work with you anymore."

That confession was straight forward, bold and bleak in a way where working with the others felt more like a circus and you were the performer strung up on a heavy line.

Except the television where his eye was had turnt to a black screen. The live footage of visitors and employees getting eaten alive was still playing and your heart races. Did your truth disinterest him? He was always one to be indifferent to things outside of his goals, were maintaning superficial bonds one of them? It should be time to throw yourself to the bigger toys because this mortification is eating you up faster than the Hour of Joy.

Regardless, there was no second to despair about embarassment when you heard the toys crawl, the Nightmare critters emerge. they giggle crassly and scatter to surround you. You shrieked, grabbing onto the backup chip and the documents in a hurry to sprint out the prison.

You ran like hell, avoiding the toys and trying not to slip against the blood that was smeared against the floor. The other critters re-surface from the Doctor's lair, their permanent expressions of pure mischief finally matching what was in their hearts.

They skitter to you excitedly, nipping at your heels as you ran for your life. It was almost comedic, something out of a cartoon when their bloody grins was anything but.

Evading another chain of them, you found yourself in the prison which was the opposite direction of the lift down. One of them jumped at you, bringing it's teeth down to your arm but you tossed it off you. Shoving the chip into your lab coat, you used the grab pack to push a building block into their faces.

The clock ticks, they slow down and you watch your back for anybody who was ready to take a chunk out of you. Many clambered to get you until you hear a heavy sound.

The door to a prison room opened and you dashed in, using all your might to close it. You took a breath not realising the TV in the corner had gleamed alive.

The iron closed on you and you look around the room to hear a farmiliar voice that sounded really pleased.

"Now, [Name], you make it sound like you'd die today.."

The door locks itself, the chaos dying down if just for a moment. The state inside this cell looked shabby. Countless scratch marks across the padded floors and walls with the mattress bitten, cotton popping out the seams.

Quivery legs led to the unchewed part of the mattress, sitting there and thinking about your fate here in this rotten cell. You did your best not to breakdown, responding to his claim.

"I'm powerless. Especially against specimens that would surely remember me, out for my blood.. and bones.."

He lets out a snarky scoff.

"I won't let them."

The grab pack you had was ripped off your shoulders, fatigue taking over your body. Getting around the factory for observation and assessment should've been easy for your stamina though sitting at your desk most of the time had proven to hold you down as a result.

Harley watches you with such stillness, not that he had much of a body anyways. Fluttering your eyelashes, you gazed up; expectant of his words.

"Shall we continue where we left off? Something about.. you being saddened on not being able to work with me anymore?"

So that was what he was thinking about. Your face warms indubitably, turning your back to him with a curled hand to your face. The grin in his voice was just so audible. This tragic hour was almost forgotten just by conversing with him.

He was such an asshole.